Seikhlas Love Afifa 2

The Truth of Johan

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Faqih raised his head and looked back. He gasped in shock, when he saw that what came was a person he had known for ten years.

"Johan???" faqih asked in wonder, he could not stop thinking, why Johan was suddenly behind him.

Johan nodded, looking at Faqih with pity. "Let's stand up, man! it's not good to wail on the side of the road." he said calmly.

Faqih still looked at him in wonder, until Johan's hand stretched out before him. Faqih grabbed him and immediately stood up, then patted the back of his pants that were slightly dirty.

"Come with me!" johan said as she stepped up.

Faqih obeyed the words of his old friend. Somehow, the current arrival of Johan feels very meaningful to him, maybe because he really needs someone to just pour out his heart turmoil, in order to slightly reduce his burden. Faqih had met with Johan several times, but Johan's attitude, which is usually strange, is now completely different, he seems so calm and wise. So without a second thought, Faqih followed in his footsteps.

The two walked together to the garden chair which was not far from Faqih's house. There, Johan sat down first, and Faqih sat down next to him.

"Sorry, Dude! I didn't mean to interfere in your personal matters." Johan started the conversation.

Faqih looked over, "You mean?"

"To be honest, there is one regret in me for my past actions, especially towards Wulan and Fauzi."

Faqih only glanced at Johan, because in fact he already knew the direction of Johan's conversation from Wulan's story of course.

"Do you want to know what I did wrong to them?" ask Johan again.

"Wulan is already a story," said Faqih flatly.

"But do you also want to know what Wulan doesn't know?" ask Johan.

"Easy! don't be so convoluted, I'm really frustrated at the moment" Faqih said with a faint sigh.

"Did your parents not approve of your relationship?" ask Johan again.

Faqih turned his head, and looked at his old friend with a questioning gaze, where did he know about his relationship with Wulan? also about the blessing of his parents.

Johan seemed to realize the questioning gaze of Faqih, he also reviewed the smile and then said again. "Tam! I'm sorry, actually a few days ago, I met Fauzi, his wife and his daughter at the restaurant, I asked him a lot when I realized his daughter looked like someone, Wulan. At that time I immediately remembered my mistake at that time to them. However, at that time I was not sure, until finally accidentally also the next day I met Wulan who was carrying his daughter, and when I saw, I saw, it turned out to be the same kid Fauzi had brought to the restaurant. From there I was sure that what I had done made them actually make that mistake." Johan took a deep breath.

Faqih still did not understand, he asked. "How could you happen to be in this place?"

"To be honest, my guilt continues to haunt me, as a friend of Fauzi and Wulan, I do not want both of them to be destroyed just because of my mistakes. I've seen Fauzi happy with his wife, but I don't know yet whether Wulan is still suffering because of me, I'm determined to keep following and monitoring wherever Wulan goes, and from the results of my observation I know that you meant well to him, at that time I was grateful, because I was sure you could make him happy. But I have doubts that your parents will approve of your relationship. So I followed you from Wulan's house all the way here, and it turns out that I was right." Johan was at length.

Faqih was silent, then he looked back at Johan, there was one thing still stuck in his mind.

"What mistakes have you made with them?" tanya Faqih was curious.

"At that time, Wulan once confided to me, that she loved Fauzi very much, but Fauzi was just indifferent to him, he never did anything as young people courting Wulan. Then at our graduation party at the cafe at that time, I advised Wulan to set him up, but he refused, because he thought it was wrong. But with my ignorance at that time, I said that the drug had no effect on worse things, just so that Wulan felt like she was dating, maybe just a kiss. He just plainly agreed with my advice. Then I gave the medicine to him to mix in Fauzi's drink. However.., he did not know that the bottle of money drink he always brought everywhere, actually I have given the drug also without his knowledge. That night Fauzi drove Wulan home to the boarding house, but I don't know if it actually happened. Until I met them a few days ago." Johan was filled with regret.

"What???" Faqih stood up by rubbing his nape, walking back and forth before Johan. "So you were the cause of Wulan's suffering all this time?" tanya Faqih looked furious, and turned towards Johan, her hands clenched, almost hovering and landing on Johan's cheeks.

"Wait, Tam!" Johan held Faqih's hand, "I know I was wrong, for that, I was determined to make Wulan happy with her love, and it was with you." Johan assured.

"Then what about my parents? Wulan doesn't want me to be with her, without the blessing of my parents." Faqih's voice is rising.

"For that I came here, Tam! I'll tell your parents everything, I'll tell you, that Wulan is innocent of all the events of her past. I'm the one who's been wrong and has caused suffering his entire life." Reply Johan.

"Will they believe?" Faqih revealed his cynical smile.

"We will not know, if we have not tried it," replied Johan reassured.

"All right! Come with me!" faqih said as he stepped ahead to his house. Johan followed.

Finally, with great difficulty, Johan convinces both of Faqih's parents that everything that happened to Wulan was purely his fault. And in this case, Wulan is just a victim of his pranks.

Old man Faqih started to melt. But, they said, before the blessing he gave, he wanted to meet first with the biological father of his daughter Wulan, Fauzi.

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Angkot boarded by Wulan continues to divide the streets of Bandung, there are only 3 passengers there including himself, the two passengers looked at him with wonder, because he entered in a hurry, because he entered in a hurry, accompanied by a man who ran after him from behind the angkot earlier.

Wulan bowed, now her eyes were getting hotter. The liquid that had accumulated was stuck there, it was urgent to get out of place immediately. Had there been no one there, he would have gladly let out all the stifled claustrophobic tears, though he knew, tears would not have changed everything.

Wulan looked out the window, saw a simple mosque on the edge of a fairly quiet road. He immediately tapped his finger on the body of the angkot, signaling the Driver to stop there.

The freight stopped, Wulan immediately gave the fare according to the tariff, then rushed into the mosque area, the Maghrib Adhan is still about 30 minutes away. Half-running she went into the ladies' room, opened the door, went in and re-closed it and locked it from the inside. He opened the water tap to give a vague impression to the sound of his crying. This time, Wulan actually took out all the tightness stored in her chest. Crying sobbing thinking about his fate, a sense of regret that never goes away, the pain that now feels more sliced, the pain that now feels more, recalling the humiliation that had befallen her 5 years ago from her husband's family.

The dark shadow continued to appear, until it arrived at the shadow of his now-defunct Mother, as if again accusing her of being the cause of her death.

Time continued, The sun in the western upuk began to sink, dim came, indicating that today will soon change the night. The sound of Adhan was heard echoing from the mosque loudspeakers that were right beside him. Wulan immediately opened her veil, then washed her entire face with cold tap water, hoping that it would cool her mood. Then take Wudhu water and immediately enter the mosque for Maghrib congregation prayers.

Long enough Wulan gathered there, giving all the chaos of his life to the Supreme Owner of everything. This time, there was absolutely nothing he could do but rely and prepare for the life that lay before him, with his daughter and family, no need to look back, no longer, enough just to be used as a mirror to step and benchmark so that he does not fall back into the wrong path of course.

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It's been two nights, Thalita has been comfortable living with Afifa, the boy has slept in his room.

The cravings of Afifa came back, since the maghrib earlier, he felt his back hot and achy, patiently Fauzi rubbed and kneaded his back softly Afifa on the sofa accompanied by the sound of the television that continued to light up, even though it was not at all seen. Occasionally a light appeal was thrown from Fauzi's mouth with the touch of his hand that began to spread everywhere, but Afifa always brushed his hand with a slight frown, making Fauzi undo his intentions and just laugh teasing him.

The ringing sound of Afifa's cell phone lying on the table made the two turn their heads, Nadia's profile was plastered there, Afifa stretched her hands to reach her phone, but her hands did not reach and asked her husband for help. "Darling! get me the phone!" pinta Afifa's.

"So, just interrupt!" said Fauzi cuek while continuing his massage on Afifa's back.

"Ih.., who knows what's important, brother!" afifa.

"Most scream again, make noise!" Fauzi kept Afifa's phone away.

"I'm...., if you have any news about Mama and Papa how?" rayu Afifa while reviewing a smile and menggawel Fauzi chin overgrown with a thin beard.

"Don't tease me, I'll be happy again with the agreement" said Fauzi.

"Idiih.., has been violated several times as well, still talking about the agreement," Afifa hit Fauzi's shoulder. "Here is the phone!" Afifa extended her palm towards Fauzi.

"But, may I break the deal again tonight?" Fauzi blinked one eye.

"Ih..., what the hell is that?" Afifa again hit Fauzi's shoulder softly while blushing. Fauzi laughed at his wife's behavior. Then gave Afifa's phone to her hand.

Afifa picked it up and swiped the green button over the screen and meloadspeaker his phone.

"Assalamualaikum, Nad!" greet Afifa.

Greetings waalaikum, Anti! nadia replied in a soft voice.

Afifa felt astonished by Nadia's voice that suddenly changed.

"Nad! you're okay, right?" ask Afifa.

Good Anti, even very good as good as my current mood.

"Hmmm...., oh yeah? what's up?" ask Afifa a little teasing.

Mas Ari's family will come to the house tomorrow night, Mak Eyang said, Uncle and Anti should be at home tomorrow afternoon.

"Well..., really?" tanya Afifa was happy. "Sister! denger right?" ask Afifa to Fauzi.

"Hmmm..," he replied indifferently as he continued to play the ends of Afifa's hair and occasionally kissed her.

"Kaaaak.." call Afifa a little upset.

"Yes, denger, is it over?" fauzi asked still in his indifferent tone.

"What?"

"His nelphon." said Fauji, his hands began to hug his wife's waist.

"Ih! briefly, the phone is still connected," said Afifa somewhat whispered while closing the bottom of his phone by hand.

The anti...! Uncle again what? Suddenly Nadia's voice changed.

"Oh.., No! no papa, Nad! yes, by tomorrow afternoon, your Anti and Uncle are at Mama's house, yes, Nad! Assalamualaikum." Afifa answered his call without waiting for a greeting from Nadia. Remembering her husband's hand that can't be conditioned. 😄😄😄

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Hmmm... I guess, what will happen tomorrow night huh? 🤔

Then what would Faqih's parents say to Fauzi later? 🤔

Wait in the next part 😊

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By: Rahma Husnul